I get these urges. I'm not sure if they are normal or if I am different than most men. I go for a drive and let my instinct guide me. I don't know why I have an instinct but I will trust it none the less. I am on the freeway when I see 3 motels, all with signs showing their specials; 59.95 a night, 49.95 a night, to 39.95 a night. I pull onto the side street nearby and park. I lock my car and start walking to the cheapest motel. It's a Thursday night going on 10:30, people are still up and lights are on inside a lot of the rooms.
I pull out a cigarette and light it up as I walk down the first floor's rooms. I don't smoke normally, not sure why I brought these smokes. I am not looking into the rooms, just walking past, listening, feeling for something. I get to the end and walk up to the 2nd floor. The cigarette is making me feel lighter and has actually calmed my stomach. I feel better now and am beginning to think I could probably go home and just go to sleep. I decide to at least finish my lap and then I'll head back to my car.
I am walking past a room where I see light coming out the door. It is the only one in probably 100 rooms with the door wedged open with the door lock. I flick my cigarette to the first floor and stand at the rail. I can hear a girl on the phone inside the room. I can also smell pot coming from the room. She is probably smoking and left the door open to air it out, some dumb teenager. I listen in on her conversation. Stupid gossip, she is in school obviously, taking a poly-sci class at the community college. Her conversation is boring but the sound of her voice and the fact that I am listening to something private is turning me on. I keep hoping the conversation will turn sexual in nature and I find myself wanting to peek inside the room and see what she looks like.
I walk past the room quickly and turn back around. I slowly make my way past the room with my face forward but my eyes searching the room through the crack in the door. I see her in there sitting on the bed facing the TV, the light shining in her eyes, she can't see me but I keep moving anyways, as though she might feel me looking at her if I am there too long. I take up my old spot again and resume listening while I take inventory of what I saw. She is talking about her spring break last week while I picture her in my mind. She is sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, her phone held to her head and her eyes on the TV in front of her. She is wearing a wife beater like tank top and I can see bra straps. Her breasts are small but big enough to show out the top of her shirt. She is wearing black workout shorts that have ridden up so I can see her slender legs. She is small, hard to tell with her sitting but I wouldn't think she could be more than 5' 3 and less than 100 pounds for sure. Her face is cute even with the stupid look on it. It would look much cuter scared though, and MUCH cuter having an orgasm. I Knew I wanted her but could I have her? I was here, let's see what was going to happen.
She told her friend that he was going to meet her at 10:30.
"Shit" she said, "your right, it's almost 11 o'clock, where the fuck is he? He can't make me wait! Who does he think he is? Fuck him, I am pissed now, I'm gunna take a shower, I'll call you when I get out if he isn't here yet ok? Talk to you soon, love ya, bye bye. "
Fuck, here is when she shuts the door and I go home... I hear some rustling and then I hear a door squeak and close followed by a click. Did she just go to the bathroom leaving the door lodged open? My stomach turns into a twisted jumble of knots, my breathing is fast and erratic and I can feel my heart pounding in my head and in my dick. Without telling my body to do anything I step forward into the room and silently close and lock the door behind me. I see the phone sitting on the edge of the nightstand by the girls back pack. I walk up to it while hearing the shower running in the bathroom. My heart is still pounding as I hold the phone up under my arm and turn the ringer down until it vibrates and then nothing.
I then bend over and start going through her backpack. I see the pipe in the outer pocket, a small baggy with foil, some tissue and her phone charger. In the main pocket I find some clothes, a little pair of blue and white underwear that I smell and put back, it smelled like fabric softener. I also find a little tiny pink dildo, the size of my index finger. I smell it and taste it. It smells and tastes like rubber, I wonder if she has used it, I imagine she has and keeps it clean. I twist the bottom of it and it starts to vibrate, faster the more I turn, I turn it off and slip it under the pillow on the queen size bed.
I also find a small silk nightgown that would look very sexy on her, I remove the sash and tie it through a decorative hole in the bedpost behind the pillow and leave the rest of it under the pillow. I take a quick look around the room, I check the fridge, see a bottle of Bacardi Raz and cranberry juice, the closet is empty minus the hangers, the drawers are empty in the night stands, not even a bible or phone book. As a last thought I grab her cell phone and flip through the settings, I find airplane mode and turn it on, this way she can't send or receive calls. I then go into the closet, close the door except for a tiny hair's width to see through and wait. My heart rate has gone down to something closer to normal and my breathing is under control. I feel scared and confident at the same time. I strip down to nothing now and listen to her showering.
After a few minutes I hear the shower shut off and the shower screen slide open. I hear the sounds of her drying off for a couple seconds then quite. All the sudden the bathroom door clicks and opens and she walks out of it totally naked except for the towel covering her face. She just walked out of the bathroom while drying her hair letting my eyes explore her body in a second. From neck to toe she was perfect. Her neck was so smooth and seemed to flow into her chest where her tits pointed out at me like something from my dreams. They were small and perfect, her nipples were low and aimed up though not hard at all, yet... Her stomach was firm since she was working her hair dry and her belly button looked delicious with a few drops of water around it. Then her hips widened and I was staring at her gorgeously shaved pussy. The little slit with her lips hanging just below them make my cock twitch in my pants. She continued walking past the closet towards the bed giving me a view of her bubble butt that finished her hourglass figure and gave me a raging hard on.
She stopped drying her hair and slowly stopped moving altogether. She was staring at the door... I silently slid the closet open and walked up behind her, I reached up and in one swift movement I had my hand over her mouth and my other arm wrapped around her chest pinning her arms down. Then I let my body weight lean on her and we collapsed onto the bed together with me on top. I shimmied up the bed towards the pillows and put my mouth up to her ear. She was squealing as loud as she could and shaking violently until I bit down hard on the top of her ear. She stopped for a second and then her shaking turned into more of a shifting and her squeal turned into a moan. I heard her let out a squeal of surprise and then she resumed her fighting. As though for a second she forgot what was happening and started to enjoy it.
